To Move a Mannequin
“You ain’t going nowhere”, says the voices in my head.
The motive behind it rather see me dead
Than live life and breathe smelling the roses.
I want to bloom like a flower and flourish
Rather than being in a standstill like a hostage.
Because mannequins are everywhere
With nothing to live for, to die for,
To press forth, but die slow.
That’s what they think of me because of my complexion.
Telling me the strings are attached, “my puppet”
Be still and be put to heel, because your dreams have no chance in hell.
They tell me I have nothing to live for,
All I do is struggle,
It’s just another day, another hustle.
But yet I don’t live for the bs, I’ll keep it pushin’,
Cut the strings off and keep it movin’
Because mannequins settle for less, and don’t say nothin’.
I’d rather live in freedom and conquer the world that’s before me.
Ignore the voices because they lie what’s not of me,
I’m way too clever to follow the brainless,
They rather stay stuck together than live life shameless.
I’m a young black man, but doesn’t mean I should get with the herd,
Instead I’ll fall back and move the mannequin.
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